The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

Chapter 200

For real?

He’s actually going to give her a ride home?

Was he pulling her leg?

Did he even know where she lived? Chapter 199

At that moment, another woman waiting for her ride, dazzlingly beautiful with stunning makeup and a killer body, saw the luxury car

Her face lit up at the sight of the luxury car and she enthusiastically approached it.

Just then, the window of the black car rolled down to reveal a handsome and suave man

He was not just handsome, he also looked incredibly distinguished.

Any woman would be smitten by his good looks.

The beautiful woman instantly flashed a smile, approached the car, and sweetly said, “Handsome, are you up for a date? I can hop into your car right now”

And, she intentionally flaunted her body, which she believed to be attractive

Lysander Sinclait, unimpressed, coldly said, “Scram

The woman’s cheap perfume was so overpowering that it gave him a headache.

Shock replaced the smile on the beautiful woman’s face, and she stepped back with disappointment and helplessness.

She then saw the man’s deep gaze fixed on a plain–looking woman behind her, who was busy devouring an ice cream. And then he called out, “Thalassa, come here!”

The beautiful woman was seething with jealousy. How could this ordinary, country bumpkin catch the eye of such an outstanding man?

Thalassa, hearing her name, looked around in surprise and saw Lysander in his car, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the window, looking dashing and elegant in the setting sun, almost radiant.

Was it Lysander who had called her?

Thalassa blinked, initially hesitant, but eventually found herself walking toward him. “Mr. Sinclair, did you call me?”

still holding her ice cream, which made her look rather goofy against Lysander’s serious demeanor, she quickly hid it

the ice cream, which landed smack on the face of the beautiful

The woman

frantically wiping the woman’s face. “I’m

of Thalassa’s frantic wiping, the woman’s makeup smeared all

Thalassa away, saying. “Don’t touch me, my face,

started crying, feeling

fake eyelashes fell off, mascara smudged, eyeliner smeared all around her eyes, and foundation

hands clasped together, endlessly apologizing. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean

country bumpkin!” The woman huffed angrily and stomped

aback. Was the woman referring to her as a

accidentally smeared ice cream all over the woman’s face, exposing

tugged at the Corner of

interesting, compared to the perfect, well–mannered

of the car, walked over to

soon as he grabbed Thalassa’s hand, she felt a rush of warmth

her by surprise, causing her to instinctively jerk

Lysander held on tighter,

not the point, though. How on earth would she let him drive

her house, she’s

squirming to free her Hand from his, flustered, and said, “No need, Mr.

door and stuffed her

and left no

shut the car door,

road, her coworker Daryl and the receptionist were stepping out of

the receptionist’s sleeve, looking at the departing black Rolls–Royce in disbelief. “Did you see that? That

gaze, Cherry saw the license plate and nodded, “Indeed,

more excited. “Our CEO just led Thalassa into his car personally. Could it

way when she was

of Thalassa, who was standing right next

thought of it, could it be that Mr. Sinclair was looking

but she